All Because Of You - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: All Because Of You
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Pierre Medor, J Cobb, Rufus Moore, Van Mccoy, Richard Preston Butler, Dwayne Nesmith

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Lyric:
Corner boys

I can't blame you if you wanna leave
'Cause I'm not the man that I once used to be
But there's a change that has come over me
So before you go, listen to my last plea

(All because of you)
Ooh, you're the love of my life
And I was doin' wrong but I wanna do right, girl

(All because of you)
No more stayin' out all night
I wanna make it right, wanna change my life, girl

(All because of you)
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby

(All because of you)
Not gon' be the man that I used to be, no
I'm changed because of you

Can't take back the things that I did before
But baby, I'm promisin' that my heart is yours
(Yours)
I know it ain't easy, baby but you gotta believe me, baby
All I'm askin' for is one more chance, I'm changed because of you

(All because of you)
Ooh, you're the love of my life
And I was doin' wrong but I wanna do right, girl

(All because of you)
No more stayin' out all night
I wanna make it right, wanna change my life, girl

(All because of you)
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby

(All because of you)
Not gon' be the man that I used to be, no
I'm changed because of you

I, I, I, I, I wanna do right by you, girl
I, I, I, I, I wanna spend my life with you, girl
I don't wanna play no games, wanna change your name to my name, baby
I'm turnin' in my player's card, all because of you

It used to be that you in the club poppin' bottles, wrists glistenin'
Shorty tried to tell me, 'Chill' but I wasn't listenin'
I can't deny, you knew me from bein' immature
One way of sayin' sorry, take you to the country store

You told me all you really wanted was to see me more
Then the stress hit me hard like a meteor
I hit rock bottom, you was there to pick me up
I neglected you, we didn't hug, didn't kiss enough

But you never threw nuttin' up in my face
Gave me all your love and your warm embrace
But now I see I'll neva find another like you
You the type boo, make a playa, wanna wife you

But me and you, this money's not a issue
When I miss you, when I touch you, I can feel it in my palm gristle
I'm still wit you and I'm sorry 'bout the way I did you
[Incomprehensible]

(All because of you)
Ooh, you're the love of my life
And I was doin' wrong but I wanna do right, girl

(All because of you)
No more stayin' out all night
I wanna make it right, wanna change my life, girl

(All because of you)
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby

(All because of you)
Not gon' be the man that I used to be, no
I'm changed because of you

Hey Mike, that's how we getting sad, corner boys
[Incomprehensible]

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A Matter Of Time - Lyrics - Michael W. Smith

Title: A Matter Of Time
Artist: Michael W. Smith
Composer(s): Brent Bourgeois, Michael W Smith

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Lyric:
If I could, I would tell you why
The first time I saw her I could touch the sky
I turned to stone, and I could not speak
She had the ability to make me weep

Always wishing, always hoping
That she?ll get the message from the bottom of my heart
Let?s together share forever
It?s just a matter of time, ohh

I had to wait and just let her breathe
That?s never been easy for a man to see
She moved slow and she took her time
She kept me guessing what was on her mind

Always wishing, always hoping
That you?d get the message from the bottom of my heart
Let?s together share forever
It?s just a matter of time

Matter of time

Always wishing, always hoping
That you?d get the message from the bottom of my heart
Let?s together share forever
It?s just a matter of time

It?s just a matter of time

Ohh, let's forever be together
It?s just a matter of time

It?s just a matter of time

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Are You Happy - Lyrics - The Very Best of Jerry Butler - Jerry Butler

Title: Are You Happy
Album: The Very Best of Jerry Butler
Artist: Jerry Butler
Composer(s): Theresa Bell, Jerry Butler, Kenneth Gamble

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Lyric:
You're a very pretty girl and all that's good
A lot of guys would love you if they could
When you add up all the hugs and every little kiss
Get down to the bottom line and try to answer this

I wanna know, are you happy?
Tell me, tell me, do you know how it feels
To have someone to love you for real?

Oh, you're a hip young man trying to make it in the world
Messing up the minds of a lot of little girls
Brother, you got to face one fact
The heartache you give out, you're gonna get it all back

So, are you happy?
Tell me, tell me, do you know how it feels?
Oh, are you really happy for real?

This is one thing you gotta learn
You'll never get love until you give it in return

Are you happy?
Hey, tell me, tell me, baby, do you know how it feels?
I wanna know, do you have somebody to love you for real?

Hey, did you hear what I say?
Are you really happy?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, do you know how it feels?

Oh, are you happy?

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Be Without You - Lyrics - Kidz Bop, Vol. 10 - Kidz Bop Kids

Title: Be Without You
Album: Kidz Bop, Vol. 10
Artist: Kidz Bop Kids
Composer(s): Jason Perry, Johnta Austin, Mary J. Blige, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you, hey

Chemistry was crazy from the get go
Neither one of us knew why
We didn't deal nothing overnight
'Cuz a love like this takes some time

People swore it off as a phase, said we can't see that
Now top to bottom, they see that we did that
Yes, it's so true that, yes, we've been through it
Yes, we got real, yeah, yes

See baby we've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
And I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

Anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby

I got a question for ya, see I already know the answer
Still I wanna ask you, would you lie? No
Make me cry? No
Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?

Well, neither would I, baby
My love is only your love
Yes, I'll be faithful, yes, I'm for real
Yes, and with us you'll always know the deal

We've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
And I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

Anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby

See this is real talk
I'ma always stay, no matter what
Good or bad, right or wrong
All day every day

Now if you're down on love or don't believe
This ain't for you , no, this ain't for you
And if you got it deep in your heart
And deep down you know that it's true
Come on, come on, come on

Well, let me see you put your hands up
Boys say your girl, she's the one
Put your hands up
Look him right in his eyes and tell him

We've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

If anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby
Hey, ohh, hey oh

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you

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Biggie Nigga - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Biggie Nigga
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Lyfe Jennings

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Lyric:
First off I got to send a shout out to Brooklyn
B K in the building stand up, second of all
Man, I tell you when I do these interviews out here, man
All these cats always asking me

Who do I mostly resemble in the music game?
So I think to my self, why? Who could I have said
I mostly resemble in this game and one name keep on circulating
Through my brain man, none other y'all know him as Biggie nigga

From a place where them niggas don't talk a lot
License suspended so we walk a lot
Always been a thug, since I was a young cat
Brisked up like Godzilla, mix my similac with Cognac, oh

Now I can't even pray no more
'Cause I done did so much dirt, and smoked so much Dro
I'm afraid God'll be like what you callin' here for
Don't be dialing my line asking me for shit no more

Whoa, it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga
Yeah, it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga

I done seen church boys get killed like that
Roll off at the mouth when they ain't built like that
So for all you wanna be's out there whose attitude is shitty
Yeah, God don't like ugly but he ain't too fond of pretty neither

I'm a hustla from the top of my door rag to the bottom
Of my timb's that done left prints on many backs
Like 50 said, ?These in the street niggas they ain't playin'
And if y'all don't like what I'm sayin', y'all gon' have to murder me again?

'Cause it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga
Whoa, it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga

So for all these cats out here doin' what you do, man
You Biggie, for all these cats out here doin' something positive
In your community you Biggie, for all these rap cats
That's on the struggle trying to come up

Man you Biggie, for all you cats
Doin' that nonsense on that bullshit?

You ain't Biggie nigga
It's your boy, Lyfe Jennings, man
AKA Biggie nigga

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Big Head - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Big Head
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Rhonesha S. Howerton, Maryann Malena, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
One time, freak freaky, uh, uhm
Two time, ah two, uh, uhm
Three time, uh uh, uh, uhm
Freaky, four times, freaky, Ms. Jade

Ain't no other girl, girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Make it my duty
Try'n show off thinkin' they can move me

(Here we go again)
One time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule, rule

Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they
(Hands up high)

Twisted at the bar I'm feelin'
(All right)
Show 'em
(What they need to ride)
Dancin' 'til they feet hurtin'
(All night)

'Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh and it's all to the good
Never been Hollywood 'cause I stand for the hood

It's a different
(Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game
(Break down)
See me doin' it it

I'm 'bout as good as it's gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin'
I promise I ain't gon' drown

Make the music
(Move you)
Timb's hittin' you crazy so you can
(Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got, got, got my eyes on the prize

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

We done did it now, now
Why don't you put your money on me now, now?
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the sky to
(House parties)

Sippin' martinis under the
(Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs, thugs
What's really goin' on, on
Partyin' to the break of dawn, dawn

Uh, switchin' lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up
But we still gettin' drunk, let's get
(Rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you
(Know it's tight)

Uh, stackin' the ching, ching
And it's obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor
(Up in the club)
Rappers with
(Chicks and the thugs)

Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Uh, break it down for me
Uh, break it down for me
Break it down for me, hu, heh

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

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Biscuits - Lyrics - Tical - Method Man

Title: Biscuits
Album: Tical
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
What? What you want?
Represent, represent, represent
Yea, represent, check it out, check it out

Yo Mama don't wear no drawers
I saw her when she took them off
Standin' on the welfare line, eatin' swine
Tryin' to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
Methtical got style with his nasty ass

Are you ready, to face the consequences and suffer?
I even tell ya Momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
And represent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it
Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump
From the jump and you was nothin'
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' clan
Had ya fuckin' back but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a drunken
Master disaster at enemy rap functions

Just an echo
Ripin' ripin' in the valley
Ripin' ripin' so to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew
Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Methtical got style with his nasty ass

Who said the Wu Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
Thirty six chambers, be out, youze in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
Didn't Momma tell ya not to talk to a stranger?
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler
Just recline, keep the meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, the isle
Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm mo' better, I'm hopin' niggaz get the point
'Cause they could never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the head of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on like the human torch
Fantastic four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast
Methtical got style for ya nasty ass

Ninety four baby, word up, recognize, recognize
Wu Tang, Killer Bee
The rza and the Method mza
Raider ruckus, where you at?

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Born To Love You - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Born To Love You
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, J T Smith, Jean Claude Olivier

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Lyric:
James Todd Smith, know what I'm sayin'? Track masters
Fresh off the private jet from Europe did four months out there
Extra paper, scoop that up
Back on the scene, crisp and clean
You know how we get down baby?
Let me tell you a lil' story

You're not a chicken head goin' hee-shey
You're choosy in the bed like hee-shey
I know your man's in the feds but hee-shey
I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin' me
Is it the invisible settings on the baguettes?
The Benzes, Beamers and Corvettes?
Or the wood-grain in the convertible Lex
Be ease, shoppin' sprees, what designer is next?

Is it the Diablo, parked on Rodeo?
Half a mill' in the trunk and I ain't moved no llello
Could it be I'm anti-pimp, hundred-thousand a clip
Hat low, doin' donuts when I pull up out the dealership
Is it the the Fortune 500 covers?
The family man that got one baby mother?
The way I brainwash y'all to love one another
And got the whole community bouncin' in unity

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby
Why?

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby

Hmm you're not a chicken head goin' hee-shey
You're choosy in the bed like hee-shey
I know your man's in the feds but hee-shey
I can't figure out the reason you be hawkin' me
Is it the twenty million I be grabbin' a flick?
Or my 400 million dollar FUBU clique?
Is it the in the house syndication chips
Poppin' two bottles, shorty read my lips

They say ladies, love, legend in leather
Simple ain't it uh, but quite clever
Is it the fact I melt in liquid ice?
Tapped it once, you felt it twice
Is it the multiple O's I'm known for those
Temptation Island, wildin' 'cause my neck froze
Is it the bowlegged, hard-headed
Little honey in my grill with her pinkies whetted?
Forget it

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby
Why?

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby

Mmm you're not a chicken head goin' hee-shey
You're choosy in the bed like hee-shey
I know your man's in the feds but hee-shey
I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin' me
Is it the way I caress and hold you close?
The iller, villa in Barbados?
Is it the Countache rollin' up to your door? Yeah

Tell your roommate you ain't dancin' no more, yeah
Tell 'em your new man is cooler than before, yeah
Tell 'em bout them twenty thousand on tour, yeah
Is it the the way that I defend your honor?
Backhand your ex-man, tell him kill the drama?
Is it the way the Mazerrati hug her body
Make you wanna be my next hottie
From the bottom to the bottom to the top to the top
Cruise it don't stop

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby
Why?

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby

Born to love you baby
You know I love you baby
Kiss and hug you baby
I'll always love you baby

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Bring Back Your Love To Me - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: Bring Back Your Love To Me
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

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Lyric:
Darling if you've been a hurting, I don't care what it is
I wanna help for certain, but it takes more than a kiss
All this love and affection, I'm feeling for you now
Send it back in my direction, girl I can show you how

My love it's coming on strong
And you know, you've been gone away too long

Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me

All that words that passed between us, spoken in haste
Could have gone back and forth to Venus for all the time we waste
Staying angry at each other, sometimes just for anger's sake
I don't want no other lover, I got too much here at stake

Our love is worth fighting for
You know it, even as you close that door

Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
Bring it right back here, baby
Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
I want you sweet lovin' right now

Every night I sit and watch for you, darlin'
I pray to God you haven't found somebody else
But I could never care, like I care for you
When I hurt you girl, you know just can't stand myself

They say pride will be our downfall, girl I've swallowed mine
I'm begging you, baby, come back and I will tow the line
To the top of the Eiffel Tower, to the bottom of the sea
If it means just one more hour, your love will shine on me

Our love is worth fighting for
And you know it, even as you close that door

Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
I want it every night and every day

Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me

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Bring It Back - Lyrics - Tha Carter - Lil' Wayne

Title: Bring It Back
Album: Tha Carter
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
People with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, upper class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and twerkers
I present this to you

DJ [Incomprehensible]
DJ [Incomprehensible]

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

Well, I'm fly as son of a gun, son of a Stunner
Get high as a 757 goin' to heaven, no
Whizzy F, yo reverend, preach about me
I'm the God 1-7 Apple and E

I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't ready
Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy

Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti
Seats, Ragu, up 20 inch shoes
Oh, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimmin' in you

And I sleep with the sharks, shorty on the water, water
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake sumthin' for me
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm strung for cash

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all

I say black white walls with the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little bustas just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine

Yup, Whizzy the down, only read between the line
If you can't boy, read ma nine
I'm goin' hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it

I'll be easy, fall back and be cool with it
If Paul Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through with it
I'm the shh, na, na, I'm sewerage
Whizzy F, baby, I do this here

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map like the 80's
I look like Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll react like the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone need them for me

And ya head is a bleepin' target
Y'all want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis
Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleepin' with women that sleep with the Hornets

A country boy is sumthin' foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples

Yup, wizzle fizzle, original hot bizzle
Still Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not little
Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome feel
Get down, get down, man, I'm [Incomprehensible]

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

[Incomprehensible] the best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired
The best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired

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Bring Me Down - Lyrics - Kerosene - Miranda Lambert

Title: Bring Me Down
Album: Kerosene
Artist: Miranda Lambert
Composer(s): Travis Howard, Miranda Leigh Lambert

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Lyric:
Sweet like a kiss, sharp like a razor blade
I find you when I'm close to the bottom
You can't appreciate the time it takes
To kick a love I always knew was kind of wrong

And as I'm putting out the flame
Somebody brings up your name

Oh oh oh oh
Baby baby baby, bring me down
I wanna be right where you are
Baby baby baby, bring me down
You can look me in the eye and break my heart
Break my heart

Six a.m. unruffled pillow
Laughs out loud at my trusting heart
If like I didn't see the penny
I missed the fountain by a couple yards

You would only stay gone
Maybe I could move on

Oh oh oh oh
Baby baby baby, bring me down
I wanna be right where you are
Baby baby baby, bring me down
You can look me in the eye and break my heart

Oh, baby baby baby, bring me down
I wanna be right where you are
Baby baby baby, bring me down
You can look me in the eye and break my heart

Oh, baby baby baby, bring me down
I wanna be right where you are
Baby baby baby, bring me down
You can look me in the eye and break my heart
Break my heart
Bring me down

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Bring The Pain - Lyrics - Tight - Mindless Self Indulgence

Title: Bring The Pain
Album: Tight
Artist: Mindless Self Indulgence
Composer(s): Robert Jr Diggs, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

Find out my mental based on instrumental records
Hey so I can write monumental methods
I'm not the king, but niggaz is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit get?
Get deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad
Pissed, accept it

In your cross color, clothes are crossed over
Now ya totally crossed out and Kriss kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side of the force, of course

It's the method man from the Wu-tang Clan
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckus?

So bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck wild
Method man on some shit
Fuckin' niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick

Insane crazy, drivin' miss daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm swayze
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's real

Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real

When I was a little stereo
I used to be the champion
I always wonder when I will be the number one
And now you listen to me, Dacron Dacron

And all you niggaz come and test me? Test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
'Cos the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set

Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it

And it'll get even worse
Word to God, it's the Wu
Comin' through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Movin' to your left
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old Wild West

Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
Check it, 'cos I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka

No OJ, no
No straw
When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw, I burn
Give it to me raw, I burn

Chest hair

I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four

Kill one, fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real

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Can'T Let Love - Lyrics - Love In The First - Latif

Title: Can'T Let Love
Album: Love In The First
Artist: Latif
Composer(s): Andrew Cramer, Corey Williams, Kenneth Gamble, Leon A Huff, Mechalie S Jamison

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Lyric:
I keep tellin' myself it's all a lie
Until something made me realize
You're the best thing that happened to me
You're my pride and joy, my destiny

Girl, you know I love my music first
Don't be calling, getting on my nerves
(I ain't tryna hear it no)
'Cause what's best for me is best for her
I wanna give you, girl, what you deserve

I don't mind spending time
Girl, you know the bottom line
Gotta go, I can't stay
Can't let love get in the way

On the road night and day
Maybe later we could play
Bottom line, I can't stay
Can't let love get in the way

After months of being out of town
I popped up in your door unannounced
Hoping that I would've seen the worst
If shorty messing 'round, getting hurt

But the outcome was so beautiful
She was cooking something in her robe
(Um hmm, it smelled so good)
She was sexy as she wanted to be
She's my baby girl, my everything

I don't mind spending time
Girl, you know the bottom line
Gotta go, I can't stay
Can't let love get in the way

On the road night and day
Maybe later we could play
Bottom line, I can't stay
Can't let love get in the way

Maybe later we could play
Can't let love get in the way
Girl, I wish that I could stay
Gotta go, baby, I can't stay

Maybe later we could play
Can't let love get in the way
Girl, I wish that I could stay
Gotta go, baby, I can't stay

I don't mind spending time
Girl, you know the bottom line
Gotta go, I can't stay
Can't let love get in the way

On the road night and day
Maybe later we could play
Bottom line, I can't stay
Can't let love get in the way

Baby, let me tell you something
You know what I gotta do, girl
I'm always on the road
Oh, yeah

I said, I get lonely, baby
Ooh, said I get lonely at night
I'm laying by myself
'Cause I know I gotta treat my baby right

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Change - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Change
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Jack Polo, Peter Rogers

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now

Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump

Like a rib shot
That's what the customers want
Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category

I'm cool calm and collective
You con'in a Lexus
Blew chronic for breakfast
It match with the necklace

Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe

These old n****z want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten years later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s***

I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell n****z 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes

So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda toast
More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down them dope

I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax

Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M-16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Until the curtains close
It's just me and Tony, in them purple O's
Indoor overload, drive like I own the roads
These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya

I'm on the climb while my next CD climbs South side
Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It ain't an easy grind
A n**** try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine

And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural
For try'na by a motherf***in' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Ha, ha, yeah, uh
G-Unit
Raw

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Cheater'S Road - Lyrics - Crazy Nights - Lonestar

Title: Cheater'S Road
Album: Crazy Nights
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Sharon Rice, Jason D. Sellers

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Lyric:
Down a dirt road down in southern Louisiana
Flew a white Continental with the top laid back
Pretty blond sittin' on a seat of red leather
Dust blowin' out of those well wore tracks
She goin' back

Moss hangin' down like beards in the bayou
Old folks watchin' from a rockin' chair
Ain't no place for a girl of her state
She's gonna ruin her reputation
She don't care 'cause he's waitin' there

She's gonna say
"Tell me you think that I'm pretty
Tell me you think that I'm smart
Tell me anything and I'll believe it
'Cause I'm listening with my heart"

Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheater's road

Bedsprings rubbin' her back through the blanket
Sweat like a tear rollin' down her neck
Watchin' him pullin' down the shades on the window
She'd rather have him than an empty bed
And her self respect

And she says
"Tell me you think that I'm pretty
Tell me you think that I'm smart
Tell me anything and I'll believe it
'Cause I'm listening with my heart"

Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheater's road

Old man countin' his money in the city
Nothin' but the bottom dollar on his mind
The whole situation is a downright pity
He didn't even notice when she crossed that line
When she crossed that line

And she said
"Tell me you think that I'm pretty
Tell me you think that I'm smart
Tell me anything and I'll believe it
'Cause I'm listening with my heart"

Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheater's road

Down cheater's road
Oh tell me you think that I'm pretty
Tell me you think that I'm smart
Oh tell me you think that I'm pretty
Tell me you think that I'm smart
Oh tell me you think that I'm pretty
Tell me you think that I'm smart

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Chi - Lyrics - Life Is Peachy - Korn

Title: Chi
Album: Life Is Peachy
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
Pain

Buried so far away
Into my life of nothing

Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain

I am so high always
Burying my life so slowly

Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain

Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain

It opens my mind to feelings
Can't face bottom without something

Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain

Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain

Re-entering my head
Feeling like I'm God
With the world around me
Can't you feel this pain?

Ripping through my heart
Screaming through my mind
Nothing I can kill
Screaming a lie, I am

Can't you tear my eyes out?
Can't you take my heart?
Away to heart
Good-bye

Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain

Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain
Sick of the same old thing
So I dig a hole to bury pain

Pain, pain, pain
Pain, pain, pain
Pain

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Cobbler - Lyrics - No Joke! - Meat Puppets

Title: Cobbler
Album: No Joke!
Artist: Meat Puppets
Composer(s): Cris Kirkwood

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Lyric:
More and more I find
I thought I lost what I left behind
On and on it goes
Through the door and away it goes

So I'll find myself a new pair of shoes
Make myself a new pair of shoes

Up and down my spine
Feeling broken and now I find
That's the way it's been
My bottom teeth are made of tin

Find myself a new pair of shoes
Make myself a new pair of shoes
Grow myself, steal myself
Make myself a new pair of shoes

Down and out of time
Slipping underneath the slime
Out the monkey hole
Pay for things I thought I stole

Can you tell my the way it oughta feel
When I'm walking down the road
And I'm looking for a deal?

Can you tell 'bout the way I better go
When the sun is coming up
And my shadow starts to show?

Hiding out in a cave up in the hills
With a rabbit and a rooster
And some elevating pills

See me 'round every Monday afternoon
With eleven dog eared doughnuts
And a giant pink baboon

More and more I find
There's not a lot that I left behind
On the lawn it grows
Find the wind and the way it blows

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Cold Air - Lyrics - Natalie Imbruglia

Title: Cold Air
Artist: Natalie Imbruglia
Composer(s): Chris Corner, Liam Coverdale-Howe, Natalie Jane Imbruglia, Ian Pickering

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Lyric:
Waiting for the last leaf to fall
Can I hear a cry for a dead man to crawl?
Asleep like stones in the well
Empty as you leave your dry sea shell

Never seen you came this far
Never thought I'd hope this hard

Like air, always looking down upon yourself
Like air, you live two feet above yourself
Somewhere, we will always be in parallel
Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell
Like air

Haven't made a sound all week
Trying to gather up some promises to keep
I watched as the icicles fell
Pinned to the bottom or drowning, it's hard to tell

You may be human after all
Never seen you came this far
Must you build yourself so tall

Like air, always looking down upon yourself
Like air, you live two feet above yourself
Somewhere, we will always be in parallel
Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell
Like air

Trying to wash your trace off my skin
Cover up the footprints I've been walking in
Easier to cut you cold
You can keep your waste of space, I'm half way home

You may be human after all
Never seen you came this far
Must you build yourself so tall

Like air, always looking down upon yourself
Like air, you live two feet above yourself
Somewhere, we will always be in parallel
Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell
Like air, like air, like air, like air, like air, like air

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Contribution - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Contribution
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Courtenay Henderson, Dante Givens, Lucas Mcfadden, Shafiq Husayn, Marc Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic, Charles L. Stewart

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo

{You're about to witness three of the most common tales
Of man, woman and human
The difference between the three is that there is no difference
Just other outcomes
Listen and witness the common tales}

Aye yo, my Momma and a nigga for life
Love, carousel, cuss, yell and fight
Seven nights a week
No respect when they speak
Disrespect between the sheets, the ends don't meet
No rice beans or meat
My Momma was the bread winner plus she had to cook us dinner
My Daddy was a full time sinner

Poppa was a stoner stay gone till November
Off of that, gawk that made emack
Like the Devil done took his soul and ain't given it back
Remember that, when you play for the bless
Speedy victory for the poor and the press
I can't stand the stress, it's test and time press
Up against my Momma and Daddy chest, I try to rest
With no stretch of the mind, I can't find no peace of mind
Within this family of mine, yo

She got chips and you don't, that's bottom line
Is this the way love goes? Hmm, let's rewind
You really ain't paid, you clockin' minimum wage
Now basically you a slave, your wife studies for days
No money for much, just movies and such
The way your two hands clutch, you know it's love not lust
Now she's sick of the bus and using you as a crutch
And on top of this stuff, she graduates in a month

Damn, her new job got her clocking the dough
Now she's buying new clothes, and takin' you to the show
You feeling like you a ho, not knowing which way to go
And ultimately you know, you ain't feeling her so
You need to get up, get out and get something
Your job ain't nothing, all these years you've just been frontin'
That's the way she played ya, the talked in rager went back
To your days of

But she always said I'm out husslin' for food, kitchen indeed
While this nigga spend his ends on booze, bitches and weed
I thought that we'd agree, with two kids to feed
That you would slow your own, but instead of switchin' your seed
You slapped me, you can't attack me thinkin' I'm be happy
In fact it's a packing and leave rapidly
After we witness, no love between parents
The father type that was once on the scene vanished

Supreme bamish, the couples that match these
Producin' generations of kids with latched keys
Her daughter learned from Momma how to reject men
Her son attracts women that don't respect men
And then one parental provided can be the plan
But no woman can truly teach a boy to be a man
That's why I'm always telling these many pals of mine
The most that you can spend on any child is time

Look, we don't have all the answers
We're victims also to the same situations
But man plans and the Lord plans
And the Lord is the best of planners
So what's your contribution to life?

Yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo
What's your contribution to life?

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Crazy - Lyrics - Doggy Bag - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Crazy
Album: Doggy Bag
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Lemarquis Jefferson, Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

Y'all know wut it is when I step in da house
So stop sittin' back trynna figure me out
I know it don't sound right
That I'm only 14 in you?re like, 30 years old
'Cuz you only wearin' gold, so you mad at me
'Cuz my first joint went triple P
And no matter wut I do when I step in the too
The girls dey love me

Only reason that I'm winnin' this, 'cuz I'm a gimmick
I know dat's wut your sayin', but I came to your show
Wuz nobody in it, and you still think your da man
Wut wuz dat?
No promo, no radio, I know you got summtin' to say
It's not your fault, 'cause you hot
But nobody else seem to feel dat way

See it's like dis, when you rap people just clap
When I rap dey shed tears
They no this so so C don't flow crazy like Britney Spears, it is
Ask yo momma, ask your brotha, ask somebody's dad
I'm colla poppin' gansta I'm super bad mayne I'm crazy

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

My appearance is head cocked, throw back, air force, no socks
Braided up, T-shirt, jeans, Jordans, and a barba watch
Lock man, every color bands
I sayin' I switch every time da wind blow
When I ain't puttin' it down, playin' around
You can catch me in dat techno

It's mandatory dat I rock two chains
Big only way I do thangs
Kid wit so much game, bad stay outta my range
'Cuz I can make a mountain move, if I wanted too
But I really wanna move you, only rock it if it's new
Only top it if it's true, so stop your nonsense

Healthy bag, colored du-rags, jipos wit a whole lot of sag
Dad in da Range, mom in da Jag, and I keep on all da tags
Aks yo momma, aks your brotha, aks sumbody's dad
I'm colla poppin' gansta I'm super bad
You know I'm crazy

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

Bounce come on, bounce come on
Bounce come on, put yo hands where my eyes can see
Bounce come on, bounce come on
Bounce come on, put yo hands where my eyes can see

No otha women can be compared to BRAT
All of a sudden, sum of them wanna be thuggin'
But they wouldn't, before I popped out da oven hot
So then I show them I don't sit in da bottom of da charts
Timbalands and a halter top
Wut I rock is comfortable whether feminine or not to you
Don't worry 'bout wut Lil Popsy do
'Cuz I'mma keep on gettin' my freak on

With heeps on, put da heat on and breathe on him
You don't wanna see T-I-T's on me for VIP's only
Get in my ear and tell me wut you want me to be
'Cuz I can play out any scene, any episode you think of
I can swing, it don't mean a thing, 'cuz I got dat bling
Got me a fresh hairstyle just to win, house on da hill

[Incomprehensible] equipped with 22 inch wheels
Take trips to Maui, to close deals
I'm so real, notice a cop dat pop a female
I'm so ill, showed you been here 8 years
Told you I can neva be deal to deal
Flease believe it, undefeated
I ain't neva been beat, 'cuz I'm just dat crazy

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me

I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh
So many steps, I ahead o' y'all, 'cuz I'm before my time
I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stew it
Dat's why da girls, da girls dey love me
Girls love me

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